Unbelievable! Surprised do we look out and see another sunny warm day. Four days of sunshine, something must be wrong. I hurry down to the jåhk, wash my shirt and let it dry on the already warm rocks. After an hour is it dry. On a good track and with far reaching views do we head for the goal of today, Rautojaure shelter. In the north and east are the mountains distant, in the south do we have the wall of Ravdoajvve. It becomes the warmest day so far. Five litres of water is required during the day. The track do on open moors follow the brook Valldajåhkå. Temporarily do one pass through a brich forest, then the views are there again. One walk beneath Ravdoajvve, with a magnificient view of the valley of Valldajåhkå. Over the brook from the glacier lake far up on Ravdoajvve is a partlty demolished bridge. We have a long lunch break in the shadow of the rock at the brook. The next bridge, over the brook from a lake further up, is more robust. My friend wonder the weight of the bridge. I guess 300 kg, he 420. On the bridge days it say 420 kg! To close to be true, he confess he is cheating and has read it before asking. We have the view of the valley for a few more kilometers, then the track enter the birch forest.

The leaves are already yellow, it has beeen raining for a long time. But the undergrowth is still luxuriant. The track is more and more through the forest. At the end of a downhill slope sit two persons and rest. The look tired, and dressed for a much colder day. How do they manage? They are on their way to Hellemobotn, one of them can tell that the track at Hellemobotn was an escape route during the second world war. That one can understand, it is rather inaccessible. We leave them and continue through the birch forest. The trail can not be popular, the track is here and there overrun with grass. It is long before we see the Rautojaure shelter between the trees. After having searched for a camp site, do we realise that we have to use the shelter. There is a small open place at the lake, but it is too small for our tent. We open the door to the shelter, in order to let the heat out. Meanwhile do we take a bath in the lake. It is a fantastic shallow lake, with a perfect beach, and with the view of Ahkke in the east. After the bath do we have picknick at the edge of the water. I write my diary while sitting in the sunshine outside the small house. Close to me grow Rosebay Willowherb, there is a humming from the many bumble-bees. A few butterflies do as well make a visit. During the day have we seen two frogs and a few lemming remnants. We have not seen any living lemmings, last year did one almost step on them.

Twenty meters from the shelter, towards the forest,  is an outdoor toilet. One of the doors is supported by a log. Towards the lake is a hut for garbage and wood. The garbage room is clean, but there is nothin in the  wood store. That does not matter, the shelter is warm as it is. Besides, the stove does not look healthy, it is rusty. Other things in the shelter are: empty liquor bottles, a well used towel, an unused dishbrush, saucepan, match box, german spaghetti (best before 011003), sponge, toothpaste from the early 80ies, knife, gloves, sandals, a lousy brush, rusty nails, spanner, broken rubber gloves, on open bag of powder soup which has formed lumps. On the walls and ceiling are many inscriptions from other guests, the oldest we find is from 17/7-83. The light fade, which tell us that it is time to sleep.